So it's been a billion years since I've written anything and I all of a sudden this story just came and stuck so I felt compelled to write it. I'm totally trying to stick to writing stories with only ten chapters (not including the prologue and epilogue lamely) that are all (roughly) under 1,000 words to see if I can possibly finish them. I took a lot of liberties with this story, but hopefully they're believable and you all enjoy the story!
Disclaimer: In no way, shape, or form do I own or even attempt to claim that I own Yu Yu Hakusho and its characters or plots. I do, however, own the storyline and events that are relevant to this story outside of the cannon. ;)
"Rather a clever Epigraph than a practiced Prologue."- Kurama
A sense of timelessness in countless days, Love makes one feel as if they have an eternity.
That they can become ageless because they have this Love, this omnipotent thing that is everything.
Love is Life, but honestly, it isn't.
Love is incorrigible, but Life is beautiful.
Life is something worthy of clinging too while Love is nothing more than a worthless dream for a person that cannot truly grasp the concepts of Life.
Love cannot refill emptying veins, nor keep the heart from being pierced.
It cannot quench dire thirsts or mortal hungers.
It cannot heal garish wounds nor ease losses and consequences.
It cannot prevent illness, murder, and destruction.
Love is a powerless, fickle thing that Ningens clamor to because they find with it common ground.
Flawed and weak as they are, Love means more to them because it represents their single-mindedness.
I believe in Life, and I am doubtless that life too believes in me, but if I were to become inferior in my thoughts like that of the Ningens and believe in this idealistic Love, I would be haunted by the fact that it like all things has an expiration date.
And that honestly, Love is completely and dangerously irrelevant in regards to Life.
-Youko, the sole survivor of the kitsune.
Ningen= Reference to mortals; humans.